I announced to Adam yesterday that Billy Collins is my favorite poet this year and perhaps for several more years to come. There's nothing fancy or confounding about his poems. They are simple and pleasing to read and yet they linger, surprisingly more solid than they originally seemed. All of those carefully selected words hammered together to build sturdy,sharp images that adhere themselves to interior of my mind. How does he do that?
He makes me want to write, and read, and write, and read some more.